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Acclamations for Celebrations 



The 

Dramatic Hi^ory 

of 

The Negro 




Copyright 1919 
By B. SAMPSON 



Lofty Ideals and Ideas 



Original Compositions 



speeches for 
— the Stage 
— the Church 
— the Lodge 
— the School and 
— the Home 




Copyright 1919 by B, Sampson 






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INTRODUCTORY 



In preparing this volume the author has been 
guided by his own platform experience extending 
over seven years. He has given a great number 
of public recitals before audiences of every de- 
scription. It may not be considered presumptious, 
therefore, for him to offer a practical suggestion 
on the proper management of the breath. The 
proper management of the breath is an important 
part of good speaking. Some teachers say the air 





B. SAMPSON 



should be inhaled on all occasions exclusively 
through the nose. This is practically impossible 
while in the act of speaking. The aim should be 
to speak on full lungs as much as possible. There- 
fore, a breath must be taken at every oppor- 
tunity. This is done during the pauses, but often 
the time is so short that the speaker will find it 
necessary to use both mouth and nose to get a 
full supply of air. The breathing should be in- 
audible. 



Practice deep breathing until it becomes an 
unconscious habit. In taking the breath the abdo- 
men and chest both expand, and in giving out the 
breath the abdomen and chest both contract. By 
this method of respiration the abdomen is used as 
a kind of bellows and the strain is taken entirely 
off the throat. The breathing should be done with- 
out noticeable effort and v/ithout raising the shoul- 
ders. Whenever possible the breathing should be 
long and deep. While speaking, endeavor to hold 
back in the lungs, or reservoir, the supply of air, 
feeding it very gradually to the vocal cords in 
just the quantity required for giving tone, recit- 
ing aloud, when properly done, is a healthful ex- 
ercise. The voice should grow and improve 
through use, but to speak on half-filled lungs, or 
from the throat, is distressing and often injurious. 

It is believed the book will be valuable not only 
to the amateur and the professional reader, 
speaker, elocutionist and entertainer, but also to 
the after-dinner and impromptu speaker, "the pol- 
itician who wants to make a hit," the business 
man who wishes to tell a good story and tell it 
effectively, the school teacher in arranging her 
Friday afternoon programs, as well as reading 
aloud in the family circle, and for many other oc- 
casions. 

The author. Prof. B. Sampson, is president of 
the Great National Distributing League for the 
Advancement of Colored People, a member of the 
National Equal Rights League, the National As- 
sociation for the Advancement of Colored People 
and the Great National Association of Playrights 
and Authors. 



— 4- 



DEBATE 

Between Woodrow Wilson, President of the United 
States, and Wm. Monroe Trotter, Spokesman for the Na- 
tional Equal Rights League. (Subject: Proscription for 
the Negro, the Agitation of a Democratic Administra- 
tion, a message to the Negro to Reorganize His Organiza- 
tions to Amalgamate to Promote the progress of the 
National Association for the Advancement of Colored 
People for Equal Rights under the Constitution. 

I. 

To the Chief Executive of the United States: 

Said the spokesman for the Equal Rights Organ- 
ization : 

Mr. President, ten million citizens, sir, we repre- 
sent, 

Protesting against the segregation 

In the department of our national government, 

Solemn emotion shown in his face 

When his eyes met the President's. 

Segregation is discrimination against the Colored 
race 

And to loyal citizens a humiliation 

Unmerited, far reaching and a degradation. 

This League, called on you a year ago, 

For segration is a gratuitous blow, 

The Afro-Americans in this nation — 

Many aided and supported your elevation . 

The President replied: 
IT. 

My cabinet has made an investigation. 

It is friction between black and white 

That is the cause of the segregation; 

And my cabinet thinks it is right — 

That is my view on the situation ; 

And that is the best thought of the administra- 
tion. 

The white people admire the progress of your 
race. 

Still there is great prejudice in the people's minds. 

Segregation is a benefit and not a humiliation, 

And I prefer they progress on independent lines. 

— 5— 



If it is regarded as an elevation by your organ- 
ization, 
And a benefit, your race will regard it the same. 
You can cause them to regard it a humiliation, 
A degradation or a national shame. 

The spokesman: 

III. 

Replied as quick as he could open his mouth: 

We are delegates of a league for equal rights 

That is why we came to the White House 

Demanding the same rights that are accorded to 
whites. 

We do not protest segregation as dependent 
wards of the nation. 

But as full-fledged American citizens under the 
constitution. 

It is not in accord to acclaim that friction was 
the cause of segregation. 

It is untenable in view of the facts of the situa- 
tion. 

To maintain that friction was the cause of the 
segregation. 

In harmony for fifty years they worked under 
the constitution. 

Side by side in our national government. 

But soon after the beginning of your inaugura- 
tion 

Segregation was drastically introduced into the 
departments 

By your appointees to our national government. 
The President rephed: 
IV. 

This organization must have another spokesman 

If it ever has another hearing before me. 

Looking at the spokesman, his face turned red — 

He was angry the League could see. 

Then after a glance carefully around. 

He said, I dislike your tone, with passion in its 
background. 

The spokesman was surprised at his ill luck. 

He looked on the President as if thunderstruck. 

— 6— 



He said, we cannot control Negroes minds on 

segregation. 
They once regarded you the second Abraham 

Lincoln, 
Now the pulpit will denounce us as traitors to 

our race. 
Then the Equal Rights League arose in a body. 
Traitors, how? said the President, looking in the 

spokesman's face. 
Because in nineteen twelve we supported your 

party ! ! 

V. 

To the Afro-Americans this message is sent: 
Legislators have legislated and enforced the laws 
That were sanctioned by a President 
That oppresses the Negro and the Negro's cause. 
Senators have stood all day on our capitol floors, 
Loudly talked and pulled their nose, 
Enforcing the laws that were filled with flaws, 
To oppress the Negro and the Negro's cause. 
I heard them through our capitol doors 
While they loudly talked and tore their clothes 
Enforcing grand-pa clause and jim-crow laws. 
To oppress the Negro and the Negro's cause. 
The Negro has fought in the world's great wars, 
And today I say the Negro must blend to the 
Negro's cause. 

(Copyright, 1919, by B. Sampson.) 



POWDER AND PAINT DECOROUS 



A little bit of powder 
A tinchey bit of paint 
Makes a woman pretty 
When she really ain't. 

Too much powder 
Too much paint 
Makes a woman ugly 
When she really ain't. 

— 7— 



WHAT IS PROGRESS? 

1 

Was it progress 
That hewed the forest oaks, 
Cultivated the soil and sowed the oats; 
Erected cabins on the hills, 
And on the rivers great sawmills — 
Was that progress ? 
What is progress? 

2 

Was it progress 

That built schoolhouses in a day 
And erected churches on her way; 
Cabins were torn from the hills in haste 
And mansions erected in their place, — 
Was that progress? 
What is progress? 

3 

Was it progress 
That surveyed off the blocks. 
Moulded tools and erected the shops 
In America's early days — 
Today she builds great factories — 
Was that progress? 
What is progress? 

4 
Today she moulds great iron steels. 
Her railroads run through thousands of fields. 
The motorcycle appeared with its swift speeding 

wheel, 
Today there is a great demand for the automo- 
bile- 
Is that progress? 

What is progress? 

5 

She has connected the oceans with her hand 
And flashes the news from land; 



Her cables run through the sea 
That tells of wars and wars to be — 
Is that progress? 

What is progress? 
6 
She is building houses of steel every day 
And tearing her wooden structures away; 
The Negro won the battle from Spain 
Today he fights in the aeroplane — 
It that progress? 

What is progress? 
(Copyright 1919, by B. Sampson) 



SHOULD THE NEGRO EMIGRATE? 



Should the Negro emigrate or retrograde in his 

state ? 
When the statute of his state 
Has ignored his right 
He should continue on his fight. 

Should the Negro emigrate 

While Langston opens her door and wait 

For his children to her send 

Their greatest blessing in life to begin. 

Should the Negro emigrate 
Or fight his battle in his state? 
Hampton calls him from swamp, and hill 
To send his children if he will. 

Should the Negro emigrate 

Or become a factor in his state? 

Tuskegee beckons him to come 

Her cadets await beating their kettle drum. 

Should the Negro emigrate 
Where he is given an equal break? 
Opportunity's with other races 
Emigrate to better places. 

— 9— 



PIERPONT MORGAN 
Buried in the Stars and Stripes 



Throughout the United States 
The message was flashed from 
The bank where he was head 
The world's multi-millionaire 
Pierpont Morgan is dead. 

His hands lay by his side 
Old Glory over his breast 
Deep in a casket of plush and gold 
Lay Pierpont Morgan at rest. 

His bank was bedecked in 
Crepe, the institution he was head, 
The world's multi-millionaire 
Pierpont Morgan was dead. 

A silver cross lay near his arm 
A silver crown lay near his head 
Deep in a casket of plush and gold 
Lay Pierpont Morgan dead. 

America was excited when the 
Message was read 
Said will there be a panic 
Pierpont Morgan is dead? 

Over his casket flowers were heaped 
But withered on the way 
Like men of many millions 
Die in a day. 

He died in Rome, Italy, 
Ninety odd miles from Spain 
And carried home from a battleship 
Through a downpour of rain 

His hands lay by his side 
Old Glory over his breast 
Deep in a casket of plush and gold 
Pierpont was laid to rest. 

—10— 



The Greatest Battle of the European War 
Was Fought in September, 1914 

The repulse of the German invasion on the road to 
Paris September, 1914, by the Victorious Colonial Troops, 
Negroes, rescued France and England and sounded the 
Doom of Autocracy, the greatest battle recorded. The 
Negro in the European war. Why civilization has halted 
on the borders of Africa. 

Procrastination of the autocratic imperial Ger- 
man Government to erect institutions for the ele- 
vation of Africans, natives of East Africa — known 
as "German East Africa" — after the German Gov- 
ernment had feloniously relieved them of their fer- 
tile lands and invaluable mines, restricting them to 
walk in the streets and to live not in the city 
limits,' the encouragement of the importation of 
intoxicants for a benighted people and subjecting 
them to the cruellest treatment for petty offenses, 
almost equal to the barbaric punishment admin- 
istered to the Africans in the Congo by the Belgian 
people during the reign of Leopold, King of Bel- 
gium — that is why for centuries civilization has 
halted on the borders of Africa, fettered by auto- 
cratic imperial governments; that is why the 
llnited States Negro stormed and swept Ger- 
many with shot and shell like the hurricane in a 
black cloud sweeps the great Atlantic. At the be- 
ginning of the European war, the imperial Ger- 
man Government not being in a position to trans- 
port Africans for service in the German army, pro- 
tested that the colored race be not permitted to 
fight in Europe; that the colored race would domi- 
note the white race. That France and Ensland were 
mobilizing Negroes for service and many a black 
heel will be turned to the sun. The natives, a 
brave and loyal people, disgusted with German im- 
perialism, were refused service in South Africa, 
walked to Europe to fight. The West Africans 
fought in South Africa. They needed but little 
training to win their battles and rent the German 
ranks with great disaster and rout, driving them 
from East Africa. The Germans after devastat- 
ing Belgium invaded over seven hundred square 
miles of French territory. Victorious over the 
French and British troops in each encounter on 
land, in the sky and beneath the sea was a demon- 
stration of the superiority of German militarism 
at the beginning of the world's greatest war. In 
possession of Verdun, entrenched and commanding 
the heights, Prince Eitel Frederic, the favorite son 
of the king commander of the German foot guards 
on the right wing, watched for the signal to storm 

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Paris from below and above, while the huge guns 
of Austria and Germany spoke in the doors of 
Paris, while monuments, palaces and historic ca- 
thedrals were rent by explosive projectiles hurled 
from Zeppelins above them. Prince Eitel Frederic 
in command of the German foot guards was re- 
ported dead in battle from fright in an encounter 
with Negro troops September, 1914, discovered 
later the Prince had fainted. The German troops 
defeated, retreated in great disorder, a rout that 
demonstrated the superiority of the Negro soldier 
and that democracy shall not perish. 

The Charge to Black Soldiers by the French Commander 

"Soldiers of France, the world's truest democracy, 
Your battle will decide if France shall perish. 
Vive la Democracy! Vive la Democracy! 
Death to autocracy! 

"Strike the German right wing — 

You must save the pride of France 

Repel, repel the troops of the king, 

Vive la France! Vive la France! 

Charge Bayonet! Charge the enemy! Charge! 

Then down charged the Black cavalry 
Followed by the Black Brigade, 
They eclipsed the world with their chivalry 
By the great charge they made, 

For more than a thousand leagues over dale and 

field 
Rained bursting shot and shell. 
Black soldiers rode with nerves of steel 
While foe and comrade fell; 

And I spied them, rapidly firing as they rode half 

bent 
Dashing past their message of death 
Straight to the German ranks they went 
Until they felt their horses breath; 

Then, thrusting their bayonets and lancets they 

led, 
Around them shrapnel fell. 
Many a German lay far from his head 
That fought once so brave and well. 

—12— 



The brave brigade, blown from beneath by Ger- 
man mines, 
Black heroes rushed in great haste 
To fill the gaps rent in their lines 
Fighting Germans face to face. 

Many fell, dispatched by bombs from a trench 
That blighted all ties of love, 
They fought, 'they fought inch by inch' 
While aviators watched from above. 

Still, tearing flesh with guns asunder, 
They forced the Germans to a clinch. 
Hark! the artillery thundered. 
While they charged from trench to trench. 

The Black Soldiers won their battle the day 
When German foot guards fled. 
Remember, men, remember! 
The great charge they led. 

France then flashed the news from land to land 
Of her dusky warriors' terrific fight, 
Their bloody lancet charges hand to hand 
Caused the German prince to die from fright. 
(The prince had fainted). 



FOOLS HAVE RULES DEPORTMENT 



Running automobiles and railroad trains 

Are reckless running fools 
When in the Church 
When in the Schools 

Be governed by the rules. 



LOYALTY 



The French will fight for France 

The Japs for Japan 

All Nations will fight for the Stars and Stripe 

With the loyal Colored man. 

—13— 



THE SEARCH FOR THE CHAMPION 



I. 

The news M^as flashed far and wide 

Of a Champion who courted in a different tribe 

When the news spread, through town 

The world's Champion could not be found 

They searched the fields and around the lake 

They searched and searched until their bodies 

ached 
They watched empty houses and looked up the 

trees 
Imagined they heard some one sneeze 
rhey searched the alleys, they searched the street 
Trailed men in the dark afraid to speak 
They searched the city until the break of day 
"^Vhere the Champion was no one would say 
The club rooms were searched 
And mansions that looked grand 
But failed to find the great fighting man. 

II. 
At last the news spread through the town 
The World's Champion had been found 
When he was arraigned in court for trial 
His attorneys argued for quite a while 
Prosecutors swore hard against the fighting man 
Looked sideways at the judge on his stand 
Her race wanted to establish a fact 
That he was guilty of the white slave act 
He has deserted our race his race said 
We dislike the maiden and the life he has led 
Are you guilty or not? the Judge haughtily said 
Looking over his glasses and shaking his head 
I love the maiden was all he would tell 
And was commanded back to his prison cell. 

III. 
Then through the bars to his friends he would talk 
And up and down his cell floor walk 
Call the guards and kimbo stand 
A thousand dollar diamond glittered on his hand 
A diamond cross he wore on his vest 
And a greater diamond on his breast 

—14— 



All of his gold was won by chance 

Like a statue he stood in his broadcloth pants 

His cell was built for the strong and weak 

But when he failed to walk or speak 

Cupidity over him would seek 

Then easy to the cell his guards would creep 

Then through the bars his guards would peep 

And watch the World's Champion sleep. 

IV. 
When the night had passed away 
The Champion arose at the break of day 
And called for champaign in a glass 
The World's Champions have lived too fast 
The Champion was black and the maiden was 

white 
Many of each race thought the match was not 

right 
"I will gain my liberty," he would swear and cry 
"To punish me here there is no just reason why 
I know my enemies, their hands I have felt 
This is all a conspiracy to reclaim my belt" 
His race was great, hers was greater still 
Declared his claim to the title could not be killed 
To hold him longer there is no excuse 
And demanded the Champion turned loose. 

V. 
Said he it is prejudice that seeks my belt to take 
I will carry my honors from the United States 
Then he sought the maiden for a ride 
And lawfully took her to his side 
The news was flashed far and wide 
He had married a maiden of the white tribe 
For the m.aiden his race cared naught 
For the Champion her race cared naught 
By this lesson each race is taught 
Romances like the Champions each race is wroth 
Flirting out of your race never be caught 
Think of the Champion and never be sought 
When you seek for your bride 
Go not into a different tribe. 

Copyright 1919, by B. Sampson. 

—15— 



MARCHING OUT GODS OF HELL 

San Juan Hill 

July the Fourth, eighteen hundred 

and ninety-eight 
The Rough Riders fell, 
Excited at the guns of hell — 
Was there a reason why 
Brave men should fear to die 
On the Fourth Day of July? 

There was their rivalry, 
The Ninth and Tenth cavalry. 
Think of their chivahry, 
Honor their bravery, 
Fearing not their lives to sell, 
Dashing to the gods of hell. 
What was their fate to be? 
Only wait and see. 
Was there a reason why 
Brave men should fear to die 
On the Fourth Day of July? 
All the world listened still 
When they stormed San Juan Hill. 

The Ninth and Tenth cavalry — 
Think of their chivalry, 
Honor their bravery; 
They spied their way was shut 
By barriers they quickly cut, 
On and on they rode and fell 
Through a rain of shot and shell. 
Spitting through the doors of hell. 
Was there a reason why 
Brave men should fear to die 
On the Fourth Day of July? 
All the world listened still 
When they stormed San Juan Hill. 

The Ninth and Tenth cavalry — 

Think of their chivalry. 

Honor their bravery; 

Dashing by the barriers they broke, 

Gazing through a cloud of smoke 

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While rifle and canon spoke; 
On and on they rode and yelled. 
Fearing not their lives to sell, 
Dashing to the gods of hell. 
Was there a reason why 
Brave men should fear to die 
On the Fourth Day of July? 
All the world listened still 
When they stormed San Juan Hill. 

The rough riders had blundered — 

Spanish guns thundered, 

Man o' wars lumbered, 

All the world wondered 

What their fate would be — 

Only wait and see. 

The Spanish fort ceased to roar; 

And guns of death were heard no 

more. 
What was her fate to be? 
Only wait and see. 
Black Soldiers were coming still, 
Dashing, yelling up the hill. 
Was there a reason why 
Brave men should fear to die 
On the Fourth Day of July ? 
All the world listened still 
When they stormed San Juan Hill. 

They heard the clatter of horses' 

feet, 
They heard the brave Black Soldiers 

speak, 
They heard the signal of a buglar's 

call, 
Excited they stood, backs to the wall. 
Their flag was lowered in their face. 
The Stars and Stripes raised in its 

place. 
The Black Soldiers come true as 

night, 
Afraid not to die or fight; 
They gazed around at them that fell. 
While marching out the gods of hell. 

—17— 



DR. C. R. TUCKER'S JUBILEE 

At Vernon Chapel A. M. E. Church 

Conducted by L. C. McDuffie, Producer, Jubilee 
Preacher, New York Evangelist. 



Away back in the rostum sit the Great Divine 
Facing twenty Christians in a circle line 
Every denomination were crowding in the door 
When the New York Evangelist stood jumjing 

on the floor. 
In their spirit one could see 

Dr. C. R. Tucker's Jubilee. 

A silver haired Christian looked with a solemn 

smile 
A woman dressed in a fine black suit 
Shouted up and down the aisle 
One shouted across the rostrum 
Shaking and wringing her hand 
In front of the circle an old apostle jumped 
With the preaching New York man 
There was shouting in the choir 
And all over the floor 
People of every walk in life were 
crowding in the door 
In their spirit one could see 
Dr. C. R. Tucker's Jubilee. 

Around the pulpit the evangelist rushed 

And commanded the ministers to arise 

Preaching like a swamp angel looking to the skies 

In a demonstration of the Hebrew 

Boys forced tears to leap in eyes 

Singing in the pulpit 

Pointing back to the door 

The New York evangelist began 

Preaching on the floor 

In their spirit one could see 

Dr. C. R. Tucker's Jubilee. 

—18— 



From the East, West, North and the South 
Were people who sit and stood near the door 
When the New York evangehst stopped preach- 
ing on the floor 
Magnifying himself ministers he failed to score, 
For when he finished his long discourse 
The Dr. Tucker was seen to stand 
Bursting forth in eloquence 
Called the New York Minister's hand. 

The New York Evangelist 
Had not much more to say 
He complimented a little Octaroon 
At the piano he began to play 
Then sleep began to surround 
People who worked the next day 
Grasping their wraps home bound 
A few silently stole away. 



THE BATTLE BETWEEN JACK JOHNSON 
AND JEFFRIES 

El Reno, Nevada 



A Negro stood on a Chicago street 
With structual arms and athlete feet 
His eyes looked fierce as a Montana lion 
He was standing still as a statue of iron. 

In his mouth was a cigar turned towards his nose 
While the ashes fell down to his toes 
The smoke was curling towards the skies 
Satisfied he would win the prize. 

One day he was called in the ring 

To tell the world what tune to sing 

He fought like a man with strength to spare 

Danced around with his feet in the air. 

He punched like he was punching a sack 

And soon had Jeff on his back 

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When Jeff came to he tried to rise 
But discovered he could not see the skies 
He spied Jack standing looking so stout 
And decided it was he who put him out. 

Fitzsimmons hung his head and cried 

Jim Corbet rushed up to his side 

And said "Come on Jeff, You can win the sack" 

Jeff whispered "No, no, boys, I can't come back. 



HOME 

What is Home? 
The house where I was born 
From which I have left and gone 
Found my bride and divorced one day 
Returned when my head was gray. 
Is that Home? 

What is Home? 
The house where I was raised 
Left for school in my early days 
Strayed in the parting ways 
Could have stayed all my days 

Is that Home? 

What is Home? 
The village where I was born 
The estate that my Father owned 
Died when his head was gray 
Still there my good old Mother stay 

Is that Home? 

What is Home? 
The house that thy money bought 
Saving and scheming was thy thought 
To bank enough to buy a Home 
To tell the world it is thy own 

Is that Home? 

What is Home? 
Prepare for peace at Home. 



Under the flag that made thee free 
Is hope for a true Democracy. 
—20— 



THE BATTLE BETWEEN JACK JOHNSON 

AND MORAN AT PARIS, FRANCE 

In the Valedome Dehiver 



I. 

Fellow Countrymen, Ladies and Gentlemen 

Listen to a true story 

The world will never forget 

In the Veledome Dehiver 

Thirty-five thousand people set 

Invited by the Champion 

On his Belt to come and Bet. 

II. 
There sit Lords and Dukes from England 
And Judges from Japan 
Listening to the Music 
By the gay old Paris Band. 

III. 
There sit the Prince of Germany 
To witness the game of chance 
The Princess Poet of England 
And the Premier of France. 

IV. 
There sit the Black Queen of India 
In her fine toga, a gown 
There sit the Champions 
Enemies' faces filled with frown. 

V. 
When the band began to play 
French Airs it would render 
Kings and Queens sit that day 
In their finest jewels and splender. 

VI. 
There sit the King of Eg5T)t 
And sports a long way from home 
There sit the King of Italy 
And the greatest men of Rome. . 

VII. 
Flags of every nation 
Floated around the ring that day 
Before the battle started 
The Champion was heard to say 
"Take the Stars and Stripes Away." 

—21— 



VIII. 

When the music ended 
Rushed a milHonaire in from Spain 
Georges Carpenter then ascended 
To referee the game. 

IX. 
At the sound of the gong 
The gladiators were seen to stand 
Walk to the center of the ring 
Shake each other's hand. 
A step backwards on guard 
The battle for the belt began. 

X. 
There sit the Champion's enemies 
With all their noise and fuss 
When the battle ended hurried away in disgust 
The Champion played for a while 
On his face he wore a golden smile. 

XI. 
Before the sound of the gong 
Moran was knocked through the ropes 
Then every one lamented 
For all the world's White Hopes. 

XII. 
Georges Carpenter then stepped forward 
Looking left and right 
Shouted out in the Veledome 
Jack Johnson won the fight. 



CHIEF ALFRED SAM 

A minister said as he stood on the street, 
When a member of his church rushed by, 
"Dear brother, you should take time to speak. 
For we must all take time to die." 

"Why, pardon me," his member said, 

"I am selling my real estate, 

The black man's rights in this country is dead, 

So I have decided- to Emigrate." 

"If you would take my advice. 
You would never sell your land, 

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But defend your home, wife and life. 
And be a braver man." 

"Reverend, you is a book-learned man ; 
You have read from a to z, 
But in the United States I wants no land, 
I am bound for Afrikee." 

"Emigrate wherever you please, 

The law cannot prevent. 

But if you sail away with Chief Alfred Sam, 

You will regret the day you went." 

"Brother, contend for your rights in the United 

States 
With the loyal sons of Ham; 
To emigrate would mean to retrograde 
A sacrifice for Chief Alfred Sam." 



CARRY YOUR OWN FUEL 

Pat and O'Connor one day in May, 
Were coming to America, cheerful and gay; 
O'Connor became seasick and died on the way. 
So preparations were made for his burial at sea. 

The leaden weights for burials had been lost ; 
The captain said he must be buried at any cost. 
They searched for weights but could find no trace, 
So lumps of coal were substituted in their place. 

When the remains were prepared for their last sad 

rites 
And just before they were lowered out of sight 
Pat arose and said, "O'Connor, my friend, I sol- 
emnly swear, 
I know we both had to go down there. 
But I am doomed if I had ever been told 
They made you bring your own fire coal." 



GOSSIPERS 



Stop running your tongues 
About people telling what others say 
It is not the life we have lived 
It is the life we live today. 

—23— 



INDEX 

Introduction 3 

Debate _..._ 5 

Powder and Paint Decorous 7 

What Is Progress? 8 

Should the Negro Emigrate? 9 

Pierpont Morgan 10 

Greatest Battle European War 11 

Fools Have Rules Deportment 13 

Loyalty 13 

The Search for the Champion 14 

Marching Out Gods of Hell 16 

Dr. C. R. Tucker's Jubilee 18 

Battle Between Jack Johnson and Jeffries 19 

Home 20 

Battle Between Jack Johnson and Moran 21 

Chief Alfred Sam 22 

Carry Your Own Fuel 23 



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